Justin Black was fucked up.
He lay there, sprawled out like a crime scene, the cold bathroom tiles doing absolutely nothing for his situation. Blood oozed from the side of his head, mixing with the black, gooey substance that had leaked out of his body earlier—creating a disgusting-ass puddle that looked like something straight out of a horror movie.
Unconscious. Breath shallow.
Dude was gone—
Not dead—yet—but definitely looking real questionable. If someone walked in right now, they'd probably think he got bodied in his own damn bathroom. Like damn, bro, who jumped you?
His arm twitched slightly, but other than that? No movement. His whole body was limp, like a dropped mannequin, except way more expensive and probably cursed at this point.
The Veiler transformation had done him dirty.
For a second, the room was silent—no dramatic music, no system notifications, nothing..Just a half-dead teenager bleeding out next to some cursed sludge.
And downstairs?
